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Effect Room: Amnesia

[Today, quite a few of the rooms seem to have taken a liking to inflicting some stupefying amnesia. One might still remember bits and pieces of the past, their name, their family, and common knowledge...or one might forget everything. Either way, the effect only takes place once the room has been exited, and then its poor victims are left to wander the halls in their confusion.]

((ooc: so basically, at some point when walking out of a room, your character is inflicted with amnesia! mingle, tag around, etc.~ Characters who tag into other threads don't have to be affected by the amnesia, only the ones making the thread starters do. Effects last as long as you want.))

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[Bakura looks over at the tiny, tiny woman and her strangely colored hair.]

What is that on top of your head?

[He steps forward and plants his hands right on her head.] --!!

[GASP. He rips his hands away. It's...hair.]

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[Malik starts off with a bit of trepidation in his own voice, despite his best efforts to hide it. His hands aren't faring much better either.

What's with this guy...? His reaction suggested he knew him, somehow.]

Sorry... Am I supposed to? I...

[Don't remember anything. It was terrifying. This emptiness in his head, with only his own racing, restless thoughts as company.]

I think I'm lost.

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Ahh, thank you! I was afraid I'd be alone here...

[What was this feeling? In three thousand years of existence, he didn't remember ever feeling a pain quite so sharp. It was like every word out of Malik's lips was driving nails into his chest with the force of a hammer. What the hell was it? This pain that was too intangible to recognize was almost hellish.

His lip curled in irritation, teeth gritted as he tried to focus his mind on the pertinent issue. Malik was going to think him crazy if he just stood there and stared at him like he'd lost his mind. He drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes. Composure. That was what was needed. And that's what comes over him, at least outwardly.

When he speaks, his voice betrays none of the fear churning beneath the surface. He just has to treat it like another game. Play the role, and try to ignore everything else that was screaming inside of his head.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fucking limp-dicked son of a thrice-damned motherfucking whore-

Like the litany of curses currently racing through his head.]

...

You've really forgotten everything, haven't you? [Out of all of the useless people here, why did it choose the only one that matters? Why Malik, of all people?]

Of course you should remember. We're partners, Malik.

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There's a lot of people who live in your dorm, so you don't have to worry about that!

[He smiles brightly at her, starting off towards the dorms.]

Though after you've checked in with them, you might want to go to the nurse. Losing your memory so suddenly is probably a bad thing.

[While Bakura takes a moment to...linger there, Malik looks down at the packet in his hands, eventually pushing it into his pocket. Maybe it was important? Even if he opens it, he doubts he'll remember.

Finally that man speaks again, and Malik watches with a twist of worry in his chest. He was lucky to find somebody who recognized him so quickly, but the situation still left him uneasy.]

...I don't know what happened. I feel like I just...came into being. All I know is my name, and that this isn't my home.

[He shakes his head, voice hushing slightly. What an oddly intimate word.] What do you mean we're partners?

[?!? At first she was going to touch her head to see if there was some kind of bug on it, but he's apparently deigned to do it for her.]

Oy, get off, you lunatic!

[She shouldn't have talked to the crazy man! The tiny woman flails around a bit - she would have straight up pushed him off if he hadn't done so on his own.]

[She hadn't thought of that. Amnesia apparently included forgetting the causes of amnesia, such as brain damage. Touching on subjects she knew of from common knowledge seems to bring the memories trickling back. Amnesia, nurse, treatment...

But now that she just remembered that, she's going a bit pale. Or, well, paler.]

... As in a school nurse? It'd ... be better to go to an actual hospital, wouldn't it?

I mean that we're par-to-nahs~.

[Despite the casualness of his tone, there's a seriousness about him.]

You didn't like the other words that could be used to describe our relationship. They sounded too lame for you. But if it makes things clearer for you... we're a few steps beyond dating.

[A lot of steps.]

We met in Domino City, during the preliminary rounds of the Battle City Tournament. That was about five months ago, at the least.

[Sigh.]

You're not the only one to get hit with amnesia today, Malik. I just hope it passes soon.

It would be better, but we don't have that luxury. There isn't one on the island, and there's no way off of it.

[Wow, she totally forgot everything.]

It's fine! She's patched up serious injuries and stuff before. I can attest to that.

[After walking out of the room, Navit first wondered what he had been looking for, who he was, then what the hallway was apart of. Then he fell to a squat, holding his arms. Why did he feel so weak and cold? What was going on?]

We're...dating? [Disbelief, of course. Malik was scrutinizing this "Bakura" heavily now for signs of lying. Dating him? He didn't look appealing to Malik at all.

For all he knew this guy was just making this up to take advantage of his amnesia, but then again... That look of shock from earlier seemed genuine. All of this was just too much to take in. To be dropped into a bombshell like this right after "waking up"...how the hell was he supposed to feel?!

Malik turns away, running a hand down his face. What to do...what should he do?!]

I don't know what to say to that. Obviously I don't remember.

[He turns back around, composure restored.]

...But if you really do know me, then maybe you can help me recover what I've forgotten.

Don't worry.

[As if reading his mind - more like accurately predicting the response anyone would have - Bakura drily responds.]

I care too much about you to try to take advantage of you like this. I won't even touch you.

[It'd be easy to take advantage of him when he didn't suffer from memory loss. That was just fun. But like this... it'd be pointless.

But what the hell can he do to get the guy's memory back? There's only one thing he can think of relating to him that might have rooted itself deeply enough, and he doubts it will have an effect on anything here.]

Humor me a little. Look at your hand - the palm of it. Does that scar bring anything back at all? Even a feeling?

I see...

[This sounds anything but fine. Serious injuries? She doesn't have anything like that, does she? She's not sure what the nurse can do for her, and apparently they're stuck somewhere. She has a lot of questions about that, but no idea where to begin. Maybe she'd better just let her roommates help her out.]

... By the way, what was your name?

...I wasn't planning on letting you. [He grumbles, more offended that this guy thought he would be able to take advantage of him in the first place than anything. The sexual connotations, however, were lost on him. He thought more in terms of violence and manhandling than anything.

One thing did stick out to him though. "I care too much about you," he had said, and with it Malik had felt something familiar burn in his chest. He ignores it and goes on to humour Bakura, lifting his hand to look at the scar that stretched across it. Seeing that drew a faint gasp out of him.

The memories of his body...rather, of his appearance, were innately intact, but that didn't include the scars he'd gathered here.]

This...? How did I get this?

[A feeling... It did evoke one. A slight, nervous twist of his gut.] I mean--ah. It does. But why?

[Bakura smirks a little at the offended reaction, amused. Of course he could. Like this, Malik wouldn't even remember his own training.

In answer, he lifts his own hand, the darkened scar striking against the pale skin.]

It was our promise.

[Deadpan. But he won't leave it at that.]

You did it yourself. So we'd be 'family'... After all, your real family is back in Japan right now. Ishizu and Rishid... are waiting for you. While we're here, we needed to make sure we wouldn't abandon one another. Because we... heh, we're not exactly the most serene partners.

[Really, their relationship was an affront to God.]

Ah! Sorry! I forgot.

[How could he forget something so simple?]

I'm Ryou Bakura! It's good to meet you. Uhm, again.

[He did something like this to himself? Malik looks down at that cut again after taking a look at Bakura's one to match, his eyes studying it and somehow knowing the other man's words were true.

He did this...so they'd be "family"? That's something else that sparks a feeling in him, but the memories associated with it refuse to follow. His expression turns melancholy, softens as he asks his next question.]

...I have a family? In Japan? But...I'm not Japanese.

[Not quite sure what he is, he just has a feeling that Japanese isn't it. It felt wrong somehow, while the claim about his family didn't No, no he definitely knew that was true. Those names resonated with him, somehow, their impression on him too longstanding to be so easily forgotten.

Maybe this man was telling the truth after all.]

You're right. You're Egyptian. But all three of you were in Japan before you came here.

Because you...

[It's probably foolish to tell him. If his memory doesn't come back, if he's lost Malik because of it and their relationship can't be repaired, it's worthless to let him go wild with regards to the Pharaoh. But...]

Because you wanted to bring them out of the darkness.

[He owes Malik at least that much. Even if it's risky.]

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[At those words, Malik's eyes grow wide, but it's not with realization. There's a hint of panic and frustration in his voice.]

...What? What darkness? Don't be so vague...you know I don't remember, so tell me!

[Dammit, he thought those keywords would work. He doesn't know the exact details, after all.]

I'm being vague because you never went into details, dammit! You've seriously forgotten even the place you grew up in?!

[...]

[Okay, he can do this.]

You came to Domino City to kill the man who made it so that your family had to live underground for the last three thousand years. Your brother went with you to help you. I don't know what the hell your sister was doing there. I didn't even know she was there until you warned me away from her.

Underground...

[This time, his look of shock is from realization. That's right. He lived underground...he hated it, he loathed every minute of it! His whole life, he'd wanted nothing more than to be free.

Sometime during this revelation Malik stared off into space, his eyes losing focus briefly before the life returned to them.]

I...remember now. [A little louder now.] I remember the tombs!

[Great. Malik doesn't remember him, but he remembers the damned shithole he grew up in. Whoop-de-fucking-do.]

That's good. Do you remember your goal? You wanted to free your family from the duties that kept them there.

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